Bird Angel Dynasty

Lyrics for Bird Angel Dynasty

Fan the face of virility Taunt the failing knights Commanders can't command Wives, genealogical fruits Defences open Cloaca open Walls open Wings open Defences open Cloaca open Walls open Wings open Seawall open Beaks open Tails open Claws open Good men create hard birds You and hard birds delight Avian rapture Defences open Cloaca open Walls open Wings open Seawall open Beaks open Claws open Ultimatum, I need strategic location Lay my daughter and make two But the feathers, the feathers, the feathers Ultimatum, I am a boat for the shallows Can't send a bird to the gallows It just flaps her flaps her flaps Ultimatum, I need strategic location Lay my daughter and make two But the feathers, the feathers, the feathers Ultimatum, I am a boat for the shallows Can't send a bird to the gallows It just flaps and flaps and flaps Seabird, firebird, airbird, sickbird Seabird, firebird, attackbird, retreatbird Seabird, firebird, kingbird, queenbird The feathers on my bed they betray To staff that spill their guts With the slightest razor cut And they talk In my halls With tales so tall that Gods can't help but listen in Gods can't help but listen in Gods can't help but listen in Gods can't help but listen in God, I can't resist her glistening Now dance... The knights they tried depose me but they couldn't Tarocchini, Tarocchini, Tarocchini The priests they tried to convert me but they can't Tarocchini, Tarocchini, Tarocchini The drunks they tried to impair me but they couldn't Tarocchini, Tarocchini, Tarocchini The harbour comes in centuries And that bird is becoming blue and royal I can tell the future stronger it's the guts of a bird It's the guts of every bird Inside mine, inside it's Flying diving walking swimming Everywhere nowhere throne Better than a stallion 'cause birds can fly I can tell the future stronger it's the guts of a bird It's the guts of every bird Inside mine, inside it's (Ah-ah) Flying, diving, walking, swimming, fucking everywhere (Ah-ah) I can tell the stallion better 'cause the birds can fly (Ah-ah) Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah Envy is green, and purple like scorn Toes that have sat in a puddle too long At my gate as I do kissy faces too a wheel of eyes St Elmo's fire skies open up but they turn right face at the strumpets that pace the palace disgracing the phallus saying yoo hoo boys to a gaping wound Feathers don't burn, the peacocks don't spell A hairpin turn to a chariot drawn by my belle back to the hutch where we first laid eyes her beak cut my tongue and I cried in delight I signed my soul with a quill from her thigh Shimmering colours plague my dreams at night and I'll never be man again Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day Give a man a bird and he'll never pay for the touch of a whore Holy land or war games and parades of learners in serfdom watching me kiss blood relatives and their wrinkled eyes that look of a salt marsh nemesis and sit idly to be conquered, but catch a flyer and revel in archangel dynasty, hahaha Ultimatum, I need strategic location Lay my daughter and make two But the feathers, the feathers, the feathers Ultimatum, I am a boat for the shallows Can't send birds to the gallows This injustice, the flaps, the flaps